I'd love to work with David Lynch. I'm such a big fan. He's a genius.

I love boats. I can be on a boat for days.

Music evokes so many feelings in us, memories, nostalgia, things that are connected to our past.

I hate jealousy, I hate possessiveness. I'm nobody's possession.

No matter how much you try to pretend and force yourself and maybe fight against love and try to forget or be oblivious to it, there's no way to fight it. I think when it's there, it's there.

Being single is only sad if you have a problem with your own company. I'm content with mine.

Having people I love around me - friends and family - is great, but I don't necessarily need a relationship.

I love it when a man cooks; it's one of those points that makes me adore a guy. I think it's so romantic and I feel cared for when a man cooks.

I'm a bit of a romantic. In theory!

I like men who paint or write or do something creative.

I maybe missed money in my childhood, but I didn't miss love, that's for sure. My dad wasn't there, but I can tell you not even once did I think I was missing something.

The principle of giving should become a mandate for action for the Christians of the last days

I feel about aging the way William Saroyan said he felt about death: Everybody has to do it, but I always believed an exception would be made in my case.

Whoever sets any bounds for the reconstructive power of the religious life over the social relations and institutions of men, to that extent denies the faith of the Master.

Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting. I believe she must have a pattern somewhere.

People are terrified. A lot of them are in relationships that aren't satisfying, and if you tell them they can change their life, they get really scared.

There's a certain level of realness in Philly. You know, just - people are people. You know, it doesn't matter who you are or who you think you are, you're just a person in Philly.

Life is tough pilgrim, it is even tougher if you're stupid

Eat of my deep earth, drink of my living streams, for I am your Mother. Your heart is my wild drum, your breath my eternal song. If you would live, dance with me!

I have to fix this,” I told him, as clearly and calmly as I could. “If you want to help me, then help me. Don’t shield me, don’t protect me, don’t bury me alive. Help me .